Here Comes the Bride:
Unpredictable Bonus Scene

Note to reader: This bonus scene takes place in chapter twenty-four of Unpredictable.

I let out a heavy sigh as I glanced down at the notecards again. “Olivia. You showed me the meaning of love, of home.”

I shook my head, grabbed a pen from the desk and struck through the word “home,” replacing it with “family.” Because that’s what she was to me—my family. My best friend. The love of my life. And soon to be, my wife.

I smiled at that thought, some of my nerves fading. It was our wedding day, and the countdown was on. I’d spent the afternoon getting ready with the guys, and I couldn’t wait to see my bride. My best man, Heath, had ushered the guys out a few minutes ago, giving me some solitude before the crazy began.

Two hundred guests.

Two hundred.

If it had been up to me, we would’ve eloped months ago. But Olivia wanted the big wedding, and I’d do anything to make her happy.

There was a knock at the door, and I called out “Come in” without glancing up.

“Connor?” Olivia whispered through the open door.

I leaped out of my chair and rushed toward the door, covering my eyes so I wouldn’t see her—not yet. We’d agreed we wanted to wait until the wedding to see each other.

“Goody? What are you doing here?”

The heavy wood door clicked into place, telling me it was closed. Then there was the shuffle of feet. Beneath my hand, I saw feet clad in sandals. Bare legs. And then I stopped myself, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Connor.” She grabbed my hand, lowering it from my face. “You can look.”

I swallowed hard as I drank her in. Her hair was curled in loose waves, pinned back on one side with a clip. She looked like herself, but even more beautiful if that was possible. She was luminous, as if she were lit from within. I scanned her body, my eyes lingering on the cream silk robe clinging to her curves. My cock jerked as I imagined what she may or may not be wearing underneath.

“Fuck. You’re pretty.”

She giggled, and something in my heart lifted. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased, reminding me of our first night together.

We hadn’t been together that long when I’d proposed—less than a year. But it hadn’t taken me long to realize I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Me—the man who swore he’d never get married. Never have a family.

I settled my hands on her hips, surprised I’d lasted this long without touching her. I needed her closer. “Mm. Is that so?”

I dipped my head, kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear, down her neck. Using my teeth, I pulled gently at the neckline of her robe, baring even more of her creamy skin to me. She smelled like vanilla and tasted like heaven.

“Connor,” she moaned my name, and my already hard cock turned to steel.

“Yes, Goody?” I fanned my breath over her skin, whispering her name like a prayer.

“I came here for a reason.” She placed her palms on my chest as if to stop me, but I kept kissing my way down her chest.

“To torture me?” I asked between kisses.

“No.” She laughed, peering at me with those doe eyes. Today, they seemed more vibrant than usual—the green and blue swirling like the Caribbean Sea. Beguiling me. “I came here to thank you.” She bit her lip.

“Oh yeah?” I grinned, liking the sound of that. I swayed her hips from side to side, moving us to a song only I could hear. “What for?”

“Well… I know you didn’t want the big wedding. So, I wanted to show you my appreciation for letting me have my dream day.”

She unbuckled my belt, and I watched with fascination as she unbuttoned my pants and slid them down over my hips. My cock bobbed toward my stomach.

She arched an eyebrow. “Commando?”

I lifted a shoulder, flashing her a wicked grin. “Easy access. You know—in case we had a moment alone.”

“So, you were anticipating this?” she teased.

“Planning to ravish my wife on our wedding day? Fuck yeah.”

Her eyes darkened at my words, even as her lips curved into a smile. And I couldn’t resist cupping her cheeks, bringing her mouth to mine for a kiss.

“Mine,” I growled.

“Always,” she said, our foreheads kissing, breath mingling.

Then she slid to the floor, giving me a perfect view down her robe as she knelt before me. I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to fist her hair.

“What are you doing?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she grabbed my cock, licking the tip as she peered up at me with such innocence and trust. She pulled me into her mouth, humming around me. I hissed through my teeth, my muscles clenching as I fought to control myself. She worked me to a frenzy with her hands and her mouth. A tingle raced up my spine, and I was going to come if she didn’t stop. I pulled her off me, her mouth releasing me with a pop.

“What…?”

I lifted her, setting her ass on the desk before pushing her robe aside. “Need you.”

I was acting like a caveman, but that was what this woman did to me. She filled me with the need to protect her, claim her. To show the world she was mine.

She grinned, her long legs on display, white lace peeking out from beneath her robe. “Take me.”

I smirked, continually surprised by this woman. First the unexpected visit and now pre-wedding sex. What’s next?

I slid her thong down her gorgeous legs, smooth as silk. I kissed my way back up her legs, knowing we didn’t have much time. But I wanted to make this good for her too. I wanted it to be memorable. Her pussy glistened as I pushed into her. She gasped, her breasts swaying with every thrust, a little more of my control slipping with every second. A hiss escaped her lips when I added my thumb, teasing her clit.

I watched in awe as she fell apart, her body shaking, lips parting. Just before she cried out, I smashed my lips to hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure. Greedy bastard that I was, I wanted them all for myself.

“Fuck,” I hissed, gripping her hips as I unraveled. “Yes.”

And then I followed her over the edge, exploding inside her. It didn’t matter how many times I’d had her, sex with Olivia never got old. I rested my forehead against her neck, panting for a second before kissing the skin there.

“I love you,” I rasped.

She gave me a quick peck. “I love you, Connor.”

There was a knock at the door, and then a familiar voice called out, “Connor?”

Great. My future father-in-law.

Olivia’s eyes widened, and we both scrambled to get dressed. I grabbed her thong from the floor, shoving it in my pocket. I assessed our options, even knowing the only way out was through that door.

“Quick.” I pushed her behind the desk. “Hide.”

“What?” she hissed.

“Hide!” I whispered just as the door swung open.

“Hey.” Harrison peeked his head inside. “Are you…” He glanced around. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” My voice sounded ridiculously high-pitched, and I was positive I had a guilty as fuck expression on my face.

He closed the door behind him. Shit.

“I just wanted to take a moment to share a drink with you—and perhaps some wisdom—before the wedding.”

I nodded, heading over to the bar cart and hoping he’d follow. I poured two whiskeys before handing him one.

“To Olivia,” he said, raising his glass to toast.

We both drank, and he gestured toward the desk. I sat behind it, Olivia at my feet, while he took the chair across from me. I tried to ignore Olivia—crouched beneath the desk. But it was damn near impossible. Her breasts spilled over the top of her white lacy bra, her robe hastily tied. I gripped my thigh and swallowed, telling myself to think of something not sexy. But I was failing, especially when I remembered that her underwear were still in my pocket.

“You know, I had my reservations at first,” Harrison said, staring at the contents of his glass as if he had all the time in the world. “But you really are the only man I can imagine marrying my daughter.”

“Thank you, sir,” I said, not wanting to cut him off, but also knowing Olivia couldn’t be comfortable. Her five-ten frame would be cramped beneath the desk, and I needed to get him out of here. Preferably sooner rather than later.

“I see how devoted you are to her, and I hope that will continue throughout your lives.”

“Of course, sir.”

I wondered if he was still pissed that I hadn’t asked for his blessing. I’d considered it—knowing how important Olivia’s father’s opinion was to her. But I also knew that sometimes it was better to ask forgiveness than permission.

“Olivia’s—” He got a far-off look in his eyes before turning to me with a watery smile. “Olivia’s my world, and now she’s yours too. Love her, cherish her, protect her.”

I nodded, trying to ignore the tears that slid down Olivia’s cheeks. She covered her mouth to stifle any noise. I reached out, gripping her shoulder. I wanted her to know that my next words were meant as much for her as they were for her father. “I take my role as her husband very seriously. I love Olivia with all my heart, and I will always put her first.”

Harrison downed the rest of his whiskey and stood. I followed suit, rounding the desk to meet him.

“I only want her happiness.” I held out my hand to shake, but he surprised me by taking my hand and pulling me into a hug.

“Welcome to the family, Connor. You’re a good man.” He patted me on the back.

I choked up, touched more than words could express. I didn’t have a father—at least not one I’d acknowledge. And over the past few months, Harrison had become a father figure to me. I liked him. I respected him. And I was grateful that we had a good relationship because I knew he would continue to play an active role in our life. And I hoped—one day—he’d play an active role in our children’s lives too.

“Thank you, sir.”

“All right.” He released me. “I’ll leave you to it. Juliana will have my balls if I fuck up the schedule.”

I chuckled, relieved when he opened the door. But then he paused. “Hey. Have you seen Olivia?”

I pressed my lips together, thankful I’d been trained to resist interrogation. Too bad the SEALs had nothing on my future father-in-law. Nevertheless, I shook my head.

“Okay.”

As soon as he shut the door, Olivia burst into a fit of giggles. She emerged from beneath the desk.

I glared at her. “Not funny.”

She held up her thumb and forefinger. “Not even…a little bit?”

I shook my head, swatting her ass. Her cheeks bloomed with color, her eyes darkening with lust.

“Not such a goody-two-shoes now, am I?” She leaned against the desk, her body on display.

I chuckled, trapping her between my legs. “You know that’s not why I call you Goody, right? I mean, yeah, maybe it started out as a way to tease you. But the real reason is because you’re such a good person. You have such an amazing heart.”

“And you, Connor, are an amazing man.” She pressed her lips to mine. “I love you, and I can’t wait to be your wife.”

I slid my hands over her hips, cupping her ass and pulling her to me. My hard-on dug into her, warning her. “Then you better go before we miss our wedding entirely.”

She held out a hand expectantly. “My underwear.”

I shook my head. “They’re mine now.”

She leaned in, her breath fanning across my ear. “Will you be hard—knowing that I’m bare under my dress?”

I swallowed. “Yes.”

“Knowing that your come is still wet on my thighs.”

I groaned as my cock stirred. “Olivia… You’re killing me.”

She giggled. “Good.”

She strode toward the door with her head held high. And fuck me if she hadn’t added a little extra sway to her hips. She paused when she reached the door, hand resting on the knob. “I’ll see you out there.”

“You’ll pay for that later,” I growled, pressing down on my cock.

She grinned. “I’m counting on it.”

I shook my head with a grin, loving her feisty side. And with a parting smile, she cemented what I already knew. This woman owned me, and it didn’t take a ring or a wedding to prove it. She was my love, my world, and I couldn’t wait to start our future together.